I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 89 - Beneath the Blossoming Fireworks (4/4)

Elsewhere, when Orson returned home, he found Litte busy in the kitchen.

Seeing Litte standing there in an apron, with his long hair tied into a ponytail, Orson was momentarily struck by the illusion that Litte was a girl.

It wasn’t until Litte turned around that Orson remembered—this was his younger brother.

“Orson, you’re back~” Litte said with a warm smile, gesturing toward the dining table. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I made lots of dishes for you. Come, let’s eat together!”

“Thank you, Litte,” Orson replied, nodding as he took a seat at the table.

The table was already laid out with several dishes.

“Litte, I think there’s plenty of food already. Don’t make too much more, or we won’t be able to finish it,” Orson called out toward the kitchen.

“Oh, okay!” Litte responded. “Just one more pot of soup, and I’ll be done.”

In the kitchen, Litte stood before the soup pot, staring expressionlessly at the vial of potion in her hand.

After a moment of hesitation, she poured the entire potion into the soup.

She had previously tested it on small animals in the alchemy lab. Just a single drop could put them into a deep sleep.

Now, to deal with Orson, she had emptied the entire vial into the pot.

The potion was colorless and tasteless—it would be impossible to detect it in the soup.

Stirring the pot a few more times to ensure the potion was evenly distributed, Litte turned off the heat and carefully carried the soup to the table.

Before leaving the kitchen, she took a deep breath, adjusted her expression into a cheerful smile, and walked out with the pot.

“Chicken soup’s ready~” Litte announced as she placed the pot on the table.

“Alright, let’s eat!”

Handing Orson a bowl and chopsticks, Litte cheerfully served him a few dishes.

“Not bad, Litte,” Orson said after taking a few bites. “I didn’t know you could cook, but this is really good!”

“Hehe, I’ve been...” Litte almost mentioned Olivia’s name but stopped herself, remembering the scene of Orson and Olivia kissing earlier.

“I’ve been learning a lot from some classmates who cook. I’m glad you like it, Orson~”

“Mm, it’s great. Reminds me of the meals Olivia used to make. Looks like I’ll be in for some good food going forward,” Orson said, openly praising Litte.

But the mention of Olivia’s name grated on Litte’s ears, so much so that she couldn’t help but slam her hand on the table.

“Litte?” Orson looked up, startled.

Litte lowered her head, took a few deep breaths to compose herself, then raised her head with a smile.

“It’s nothing, Orson. I just accidentally hit my hand.”

“Oh, alright. As long as you’re okay,” Orson said, nodding before continuing his meal.

Though Orson couldn’t quite put his finger on it, something about Litte felt a little off tonight.

“Litte, why do I feel like there’s something off about you today?”

“Eh? I-Is there?” Litte replied, letting out an awkward laugh.

“Mm, is it because I didn’t agree to go out with you tonight?” Orson asked, looking at Litte sincerely.

“I’m sorry, Litte. I already had plans with someone else and couldn’t make it. How about this—tomorrow evening, I’ll go out with you. How does that sound?”

“Ah, okay.” Litte nodded upon hearing this.

But internally, her guilt toward Orson deepened even further.

However, her hands didn’t stop moving. She ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Orson and placed it in front of him.

“Here, Orson. I’ve been simmering this chicken soup for a long time. I made it just for you.”

“Thank you,” Orson said, lifting the bowl.

Before drinking, he glanced at Litte.

“Litte, aren’t you having any?”

“Ah... I’ll drink some later,” Litte replied.

After the meal, Litte began clearing the table while Orson leaned back, feeling unusually tired.

But he didn’t think much of it.

It had been a long, exhausting day, and a full stomach often brought a sense of drowsiness. Assuming it was just fatigue, Orson decided not to dwell on it.

After stretching and walking around a bit to shake off the tiredness, Orson realized the feeling hadn’t gone away. At that point, he concluded that he must not have been sleeping well recently.

Standing just outside the kitchen, he called out to Litte inside.

“Litte, I’m heading upstairs to rest. It’s been a tiring few days...”

“Mm, got it!” Litte nodded from the kitchen.

Orson then headed upstairs, washed up quickly, and lay down. As soon as his head hit the pillow, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he sank into a deep sleep.

In the kitchen downstairs, Litte silently washed the dishes, her expression blank and her eyes devoid of light, as if she were a machine.

In front of Orson, she could put on a cute façade, but when left alone, her mind was consumed by the image of Orson and Olivia kissing under the fireworks.

After calculating that enough time had passed, Litte went upstairs.

Peeking into Orson’s room, she saw him fast asleep.

Litte called his name softly a few times, and, receiving no response, she approached him cautiously.

She pinched his face, and when he still didn’t react, she let out a sigh of relief.

“As expected, Professor Hecatia’s potion is really effective...” Litte murmured. “Though, given that this potion came from Orson himself, I wonder what your reaction would be if you knew, Orson.”

As she spoke, Litte began unbuttoning her clothes in front of Orson.

“It’s fine. You’re asleep, so you can’t see any of this anyway...”

Soon, Litte stood completely bare before Orson.

Although she usually bound her chest with cloth, now that it was undone, her modest yet undeniably feminine figure was exposed, making it clear that her gender wasn’t what Orson had always believed.

Unfortunately, Orson—deep in sleep—couldn’t witness Litte’s youthful yet budding beauty.

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“Alright then, I’ll be borrowing your bathroom, Orson...”

Twenty minutes later, Litte stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her.

Her face was slightly flushed, and steam rose from her hair.

Sitting by Orson’s bedside, she propped her face on her hand and gazed at him, her expression one of pure infatuation.

Eventually, her gaze fell on Orson’s lips, and her emotions suddenly turned unstable.

“Orson, I’m sorry... I just can’t control myself...” she whispered.

Climbing onto Orson’s body, she leaned over him.

“It’s okay. That woman kissed you, so let me erase her taste...” She cradled Orson’s face in her hands and then pressed her lips to his.

For several minutes, Litte remained in that position, as if she were cleansing away any trace of Olivia.

Once she was satisfied, she sat back up, her expression dreamy.

Looking at Orson, who slept soundly like a child, completely defenseless in her presence, Litte cupped her face with her hands.

A few tears slid through her fingers, dripping onto the bedsheets below.

(TL Note: Finally, I have some free time. Yay! I’ll work on a few more Chapters today and stock up on Chapters so I can publish them at the usual time.)